Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

"Resurrection!"

Yaxley's voice was so high that it echoed over the cemetery.

The liquid that had been calm for less than a minute was boiling more violently than before, glowing with a dazzling crimson light, and sparks sputtering.

A few breaths later, the red light strangely turned into white light again. Even though Sur was in his soul body now, he could still feel the glare of the white light.

Up to this point, Soul could feel a little relieved. Just as our Mr. Voldemort had planned, he completed his resurrection plan very smoothly.

The great Dark Lord is about to be reborn.

The sparks under the crucible went out, and a white steam rose up from the crucible, obscuring everyone's sight, including Su'er's.

But through the diffuse water vapor, a skeleton-like figure could be vaguely seen emerging from it.

"Master, your robe." Yaxley did not dare to raise his head. He picked up the black robe that had been prepared on the ground with his remaining intact hand and raised it respectfully above his head.

The lean man waved his hand, and the black robe automatically flew up and wrapped around his body, making his movements in the water vapor more clearly visible.

He raised his feet and stepped out of the crucible.

Waved again.

The white vapor dissipated immediately, and Sur suddenly felt that the surroundings were quiet as if there were no living things, even though there was obviously breathing just now...

Thinking about it, the master appeared, and their lives were controlled by them. Naturally, they did not dare to make a sound, even to breathe.

Look at that clearly visible figure again.

The sickly pale skin left only two black slender holes in the nose, a pair of narrow blood-red eyes, and a shiny head with no hair.

There is no doubt that it is Voldemort.

After 14 years, the Dark Lord, who once made the entire British wizarding world dare not even mention his name, has finally come again.

Voldemort pursed his lips with a slight arc, closed his eyes slightly and took a deep breath. Needless to say, he was extremely happy to get rid of the state of being neither human nor ghost, regain his body, and feel the power of life.

He didn't even care about his beloved father's tombstone that was blown off on the other side and Harry who was tied to it.

There was a disgusting expression on his face, and slender fingers like white spider legs touched his chest, arms, and face. Those narrowed red eyes looked even brighter in the night.

Nagini, who had just swam into the darkness, came back with a trace of scarlet blood at the corner of her mouth and a slight bulge in her abdomen. It looked like she had gone hunting just now.

It raised its snake head, looked at its newborn master with its green eyes, and hissed, as if to congratulate its master on its new life.

Voldemort gently stroked Nagini's snake head with two fingers, and then extended his palm to Yaxley who was about to lose his balance.

"Give me..." His voice was hoarse and sharp, cold to the bone.

Yaxley hurriedly put his right hand into his pocket. The thing he wanted to retrieve seemed to be placed very deep, and his whole body was comically skewed.

"Your wand, Master..."

Yaxley took out a wand that was completely pale and had a tip that looked like some kind of animal joint. If Soul guessed correctly, that wand was the same as Harry's wand, and the core was taken from the same phoenix. Twin brothers.

Voldemort hadn't touched his wand for a long time, and he stroked it as if he were stroking his lover's skin.

Of course, since he hadn't used his wand for a long time, he naturally had to flick his wrist.

"Bang!" Dazzling green sparks shot from the tip of the staff into the air and exploded quickly.

"It's wonderful...I knew you would never betray me," he said hoarsely.

"No one can stop you, not even death can stop you..." At this moment, Yaxley's knees hit the ground with a bang, and his upper body and face were pressed tightly against the ground. "We have been waiting for you for a long time, Master."

"Ah, Ter, of course, your dedication is also worth remembering..." Voldemort held a wand, "Now, extend your hand, Ter, even if you have not made any request to me, I think, You should get more than you give.”

Ter Yaxley's body trembled with excitement, but he still lay on the ground, his broken arm raised high, and his whole body was twisted strangely.

"Thank you, master."

Voldemort seemed to be very satisfied with his respectful attitude towards him. He looked carefully at the broken arm that was still bleeding and had contributed part to his resurrection.

"Stand up, my dear servant. After everything you have been through, you should stand by my side."

"Thank you, Master!" Ter's voice sounded so excited that he was about to cry.

He quickly struggled to stand up.

His Highness the Dark Lord seemed to have observed enough, and then he lazily poked the wand into Ter's severed hand. The pain made Ter's body tremble.

But then, his eyes widened with excitement.

A strip of molten silver flowed from the tip of Voldemort's wand, twisting and changing to form a shining silver hand, replacing the left hand that Yaxley had killed himself.

"Thank you, I feel stronger power, thank you, my dear master." Even though Voldemort had allowed him to stand beside him, Yaxley still leaned down and kissed Voldemort's feet.

And our Dark Lord looks even more satisfied.

Seeing this scene, Suer couldn't help but shook his head.

Look, does he look like a dog that can be manipulated by its owner?